He Is Legend:Fancy Lyrics

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(Originally by Reba McEntire)

I remember it all very well lookin' backIt was the summer I turned eighteenWe lived in a one room, rundown shackOn the outskirts of New OrleansWe didn't have money for food or rentTo say the least we were hard pressedBut Mama spent every last penny she hadTo buy me a dancin' dress

Well Mama washed and combed and curled my hairShe painted my eyes and lips well then I stepped down intoA satin'Dancin' dress that had a split on the side clean upTo my hipWell it was red velvet trim and it fit me goodStandin' back from the lookin' glassThere stood a woman where a half grown kidHad stood

Mama dabbled a little bit of perfume on my neckAnd then she kissed my cheekAnd I saw the tears wellin' up in her troubled eyesWhen she started to speakShe looked at a pitiful shack and then she looked at me and took a raggedRagged breathShe said your Pa's run off and I'm real sickAnd the baby's gonna starve to death

She handed me a heart shaped locket that saidTo thine own self be trueAnd then I shivered as I watched a roach crawl acrossThe toe of my high heeled shoeIt sounded like somebody else that was talkin'Askin' Mama what do I doShe said be nice to the gentlemen FancyThey'll be nice to you

Well, that was the last time I saw my MaThe night I left that rickety shackThe welfare people came and took the babyMama died and I ain't been back

Well But the wheels of fate they was startin' to turnAnd for me there was no way outIt wasn't very long till I knew exactlyWhat Mama'd been talkin' about

I knew what I had to do but I made myself thisSolemn vowOh I's gonna be a lady somedayThough I didn't know when or howI couldn't see spending the rest of my lifeWith my head hung down in shame you knowI might have been born just plain white trashBut Fancy was my name